If Duobao hadn't crawled over as fast as a snail, Hasegawa Yuki would have digested Wang Zhuo and excreted it.
Duobao hadn't crawled out half a meter, and after a moment of dull expression, he muttered to himself: "I thought you were dead."
Wang Zhuo was facing the door downward, and when he was still three hundred meters away from Qinglong's big mouth, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Losing control, Seryozha suddenly threw out a talisman with a halo of light in his hand. Then he swayed and came to Qinglong's side, hitting Qinglong with his big fist.
Qinglong sneered and stretched out his claws to fight with Seryosha.
"Bang!"
The two waves of pure brute force collided together, stirring up countless gravel and soil. Just as Hasegawa and Seryosha were locked in a stalemate, six people appeared next to Qinglong's tail. Their faces were hidden in armor, holding swords, spears, swords, halberds, spears and boring machines. Warriors in golden armor with different weapons.
At this time, there was still a hundred meters away from Wang Zhuo falling into Qinglong's mouth.
Wang Zhuo spat out a mouthful of blood and said with a smile: "Your acting career is over, senior!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhuo completely lost consciousness, and at the same time, six beams of light shot directly at Qinglong without any obstruction.
Qinglong wailed and lowered his head. He saw seven inches near his heart, a deep wound dripping with blood. There was white light rolling and beating in the bloody wound. In the blur of blood and flesh, the bones had been blown to pieces, only There are only a few shreds of meat left.
After the blow, the six golden-armored warriors disappeared and turned into light groups and poured into the talisman. Then the talisman spontaneously ignited without wind.
It was the God General Talisman that reached the limit of the number of times it could be used and was completely destroyed.
Wang Zhuo was only ten meters away from the dragon's mouth, but Qinglong was not dead.
Hasegawa Yuki was heartbroken. No matter how seriously injured he was, he raised his huge dragon head high and shouted: "I will chew you, including your soul, into a pulp bit by bit!"
Nine meters, eight meters... until the last three meters were left, Qinglong opened his big mouth, his fangs flashed with cold light, and bit hard.
Duobao burst into tears and forced herself to watch! She wanted to remember this scene and take revenge!
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A dragon roar came from Wang Zhuo's chest.
Time froze for an instant, and a black dragon flew out from Wang Zhuo's chest. The dragon's tail gently wrapped around Wang Zhuo and threw Wang Zhuo out of the range of the green dragon's fangs.
The fangs in Qinglong's mouth collided together, causing sparks to fly, which shows Hasegawa Yuki's hatred for Wang Zhuo.
"What is this? Illusion?" Disdain flashed in Qinglong's eyes, and his consciousness swept over, and the black dragon seemed to not exist at all. And when the two dragons were put together, Qinglong was stronger and bigger than Godzilla. He was a kilometer long and hundreds of meters long. The black dragon is only as thick as a bucket and more than ten meters long.
The black dragon's eyes were deep, and he took a deep look at Hasegawa's high-end and foreign-looking expression. He flew away a thousand meters with Wang Zhuo, slowly descended, and placed him next to Duobao with very gentle movements.
The dragon's head caressed Gong Wang Zhuo's shoulders, and the next moment the black dragon soared into the sky!
"roar!"
The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world, and the rising sun seemed to start to tremble. For a moment, the wind and clouds surged, and the black dragon disappeared directly into the clouds.
Hasegawa Yuuki has not moved. The Four Symbols he practiced is extremely magical. Even if he is seriously injured, he can recover in a short time without any magic power or healing drugs. If he cultivates into the southern mythical beast Suzaku, he will be blasted to pieces during the transformation. , can also rise from the ashes.
But whether it's a serious injury or a bloody rebirth, the cost is naturally huge.
Two changes and two serious injuries directly cost Hasegawa Yuki nearly a thousand years of life.
If he does not break through the Nascent Soul within the next ten years, he will have no choice but to be cast into reincarnation and die as an immortal.
"Junior, when I recover, I will turn your body into ashes, drain your soul and refine your soul, and you will never be reincarnated! How dare you create the illusion of a loach..."
Before he finished speaking, Hasegawa's angry dragon face suddenly became dull, and his huge eyes stared straight ahead.
In front of him, there was a dragon head.
The fangs on the mouth of this dragon head are more than twice as big as the green dragon!
His spiritual consciousness still couldn't scan it, and the position of the black dragon in front of him was just air in his spiritual consciousness. But at this time, Hasegawa clearly felt the power of the ancient power!
In other words, what is looking at him is a real dragon with pure blood! Although Hasegawa cannot distinguish the realm of black dragon, he feels that even if Jueyu is here, he is not even qualified to carry his shoes and kneel to lick him!
His natural blood restraint made him unable to stop the trembling and trembling caused by fear.
"Senior...Senior."
The black dragon's eyes were still deep. He thrust his head forward and bit the green dragon's neck directly, just like Mr. Bei eating the larvae of a weevil. He chewed it twice and made a crisp sound before swallowing it with a "gudong" sound.
A few minutes later, the black dragon burped, and a ring of real flesh and blood grew out of its neck.
Looking at Jue Yu who was still rolling in the air, Black Dragon's eyes were filled with ridicule and helplessness.
"If my lord had gotten closer to the 'reptile' earlier, I would have come out and chewed it up. Today, my lord almost cheated the dragon father and died with him. It's really dangerous! But the reptile tastes really good."
." The black dragon flew to Wang Zhuo's side and saw Duobao randomly pouring the healing elixir obtained from Meng Linzi and the middle-aged monk into himself with one hand and Wang Zhuo with the other.
Seeing that the black dragon's face was almost the same size as the earth, the pill stuck to the corner of Duobao's mouth fell to the ground.
"This little monster is Shinji!" Black Dragon said silently in his heart, gradually shrinking in size and integrating into Wang Zhuo's chest.
The sun rises and sets again and again.
Three days later at dusk, Wang Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and tried to sit up. He groaned in unbearable pain.
"Brother, don't move. The meridians all over your body are out of place and your bones are broken. If you move, it will hurt your heart."
Duobao's voice came to his ears. Wang Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sunset above his head and said, "It turns out he's not dead."
Duobao was also lying down. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "It's almost as good as death. If it weren't for all kinds of magical twists and turns, I would be very busy every year."
"What are you busy with?"
Duobao said: "I will light a few cigars every day to worship you. Then, I will avenge you."
"Revenge, forget it. Before you saw me, your life was very peaceful, wasn't it? After you saw me, you encountered a lot of life and death difficulties, right?" Wang Zhuo endured the severe pain, stretched out his left hand, and found that there was no uppermost part of his spine.
The broken cervical vertebrae were put back into place, then the right hand and arm.
In the entire body, there are only two or three joints that are considered intact.
Duobao said quietly: "A peaceful life, yes. If you hadn't appeared, I might have died together with the Tiger King and the Ginseng King. In short, it would have been a narrow escape. Brother, please don't say that again. I was very sad to hear that."
Wang Zhuo reluctantly turned his head and saw Duobao lying less than thirty centimeters away from him. His eyebrows and hair that had been burned had grown back, and his sickly look made him feel a sense of love and pity in his heart.
"Okay! Not to mention this, when I was fighting with the Japanese, I seemed to see that the monk was on fire?"
Duobao became interested and chuckled: "Here! Brother Zhuo raised his head to the sky at 45 degrees, and he is still burning."
